Learning to Clap for the Small Wins
Posted: April 2025
I used to think “being consistent” meant never missing a workout, eating perfect meals,
and waking up at 5 a.m. ready to grind. That version of consistency looked good online,
but it never fit my real life.
Lately, consistency looks more like:
- Going to the gym even if it is not the “perfect” time.
- Choosing a balanced meal instead of an “all or nothing” day.
- Letting a bad day be a bad day, not a bad month.
I am learning that showing up imperfectly still counts. My body and mind respond more to
small habits over time than random bursts of “being on it” for two weeks and disappearing.
Wanting to Look “Thick” and Still Be Kind to My Body
Posted: May 2025
I am not going to lie — I want curves. I want to look strong from the front, side, and back.
But I also catch myself being harsh when my body is not changing as fast as I think it should.
What is helping me lately:
- Tracking strength, not just how I look in pictures.
- Eating enough so my body actually has something to build with.
- Reminding myself that I am not “behind,” I am just on my own timeline.
The goal now is balance — yes, I care about aesthetics, but I also care about feeling
healthy, grounded, and proud of the effort I put in, even when the mirror is moving slow.
Reset Days Are Still Progress
Posted: June 2025
Some days, the most “productive” thing I do is wash my hair, clean my space, and plan my next gym day.
I used to feel guilty when I was not doing a hundred things, but I am realizing reset days
are part of the process, not a break from it.
A simple reset day checklist I enjoy:
- Move
- Light walk, stretching, or just not staying in bed all day.
- Maintain
- Clean one area, prep a simple meal, or organize my gym bag.
- Mentally Reset
- Playlist, shower, and a quiet moment to decide what I want the next week to feel like.
It does not look dramatic, but this is the type of slow, steady energy that keeps me from burning out.
Practicing Mindfulness in the Little Moments
Posted: November 2025
Practicing mindfulness doesn’t always look like a perfect morning routine with candles and a journal spread.
Most days, it’s just me trying to be present in tiny moments I would usually rush through.
I’m learning that being “ethereally balanced” is less about having everything together and more about
catching myself when I drift into autopilot. Noticing how my shoulders relax when I exhale.
Feeling the warmth of my shower instead of mentally arguing with my to-do list.
Actually tasting my food instead of scrolling while I eat.
Mindfulness, for me, is a gentle check-in: Where am I right now? In my body or in my head?
When I slow down long enough to ask that, I can respond instead of react. I can choose not to spiral
over something small. I can give myself permission to pause, even if the world around me is moving fast.
This isn’t about being perfectly calm all the time. It’s about creating tiny pockets of awareness in the
middle of real life. One deep breath. One honest thought. One present moment at a time.
Remembering Gratitude When Life Feels Heavy
Posted: November 2025
Gratitude used to feel like one of those “be positive” slogans people throw at you when you’re going
through something real. But I’m realizing gratitude isn’t about pretending the hard stuff doesn’t exist —
it’s about remembering that the hard stuff isn’t all that exists.
Some days my gratitude list is big: my health, my family, my friends, the fact that I’m growing
into someone I’m proud of.
Other days it’s small: sunlight through my window, a good playlist at the gym,
a message from someone who truly sees me.
Gratitude doesn’t erase pain, but it gives it context. I can be tired or disappointed and still
acknowledge that my life holds softness too. When I remember that, my mindset shifts from
“why is everything going wrong?” to “okay, this is hard — but I’m not empty.”
Showing gratitude can be as simple as saying “thank you” more often — to people, to God,
to my past self for not giving up.
The more I practice gratitude, the more grounded I feel in the woman I’m becoming.
